Chapter 93: She Married Me, Not Sold Me

He immediately reached out and naturally slipped his arm around her shoulder, "We're also going home."

Strangely, Song Huan Yan felt her heart skip two beats.

Home…

"Mm." Song Huan Yan nodded and lifted her foot.

The two walked in step, their height difference fitting perfectly.

Song Huan Yan had never imagined that being embraced at the shoulder by a man like Nan Gong Yu in a protective manner would feel… so reassuring, even oddly tinged with an unnamed sense of happiness.

Perhaps that is the happiness born from the security a strong person provides.

She… actually liked it.

At that moment the moonlight was just right, the stars hazy.

Their synchronized steps, their silhouettes stretched by the night, gave an indescribable feeling.

Simple yet beautiful.

But after a short walk, that beauty was shattered.

Just as they neared the edge of the convoy, they ran into Qin Zi Mo and two others.

In the night, Qin Zi Mo's face was as pale as a ghost.

His eyes were filled with pain.

He was being supported by Qin Jiao Jiao and Li Zihang, as if letting go of either would make him collapse.

Song Huan Yan was stunned for a moment, but said nothing.

Just as they were about to board, Qin Zi Mo suddenly spoke.

His voice was extremely painful, oddly hoarse, and he asked, "Yan Yan, why… just get married?"

Song Huan Yan stopped in her tracks, finding his question amusing.

Nan Gong Yu also halted, but gave Qin Zi Mo no glance.

Instead, he looked at Song Huan Yan and spoke first, his tone slightly cool yet very steady, "Since a friend is looking for you, I'll wait for you in the car."

Afterward he added, "We'll have a proper chat."

Song Huan Yan was stunned, a little surprised.

Then she realized he was giving her the utmost respect, freedom, and dignity.

This man… is truly a very dignified man.

Unlike Leng Jian Yue.

If it were Leng Jian Yue, he would have definitely exploded right now, probably charging straight ahead and beating people without asking any questions.

"Mm, okay, I understand," Song Huan Yan nodded.

Nan Gong Yu didn't leave immediately; he stared at her for two more seconds.

Then he reached out, massaged her hair, and adjusted the suit jacket on her.

Only then did he prepare to turn and leave.

Suddenly, Song Huan Yan called out, "Lord Yu."

Nan Gong Yu halted and replied, "Mm, I'm here."

Song Huan Yan looked at him, and tiny sparks lit up in her exceptionally beautiful eyes.

"Wait for me," she tugged at his sleeve.

"Alright." Nan Gong Yu nodded, then suddenly bent down, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and whispered, "I'm not in a hurry."

For some reason, Song Huan Yan's heart warmed up little by little.

Nan Gong Yu got into the car.

Meng Zhangfeng took the driver's seat and said, "Lord Yu, this is the Young Madam's ex‑boyfriend."

Nan Gong Yu closed his eyes to rest, "My eyes aren't blind."

Meng Zhangfeng added, "Then you're not worried…"

Nan Gong Yu opened his eyes and cut him off, "What's there to worry about? She married me, she didn't sell herself. Even if… she regrets and wants to reconcile with her ex, that's her choice. What absolute right do I have to interfere with anyone's life choices?"

Just as Song Huan Yan had agreed to marry him on that blind date.

That… was also her choice.

Everything she has now stems from that day's choice.

If she wishes to choose differently, that too is her choice.

Meng Zhangfeng said, "Yes."

Also, would someone as lofty as Lord Yu go out of his way to fight over something?

Meng Zhangfeng truly admired Nan Gong Yu's grand vision.

Sure enough… he is the god they revere.

Outside the car.

Song Huan Yan looked at the disheveled Qin Zi Mo, "You're really funny, why can't I get married?"

Qin Zi Mo also stared at her, feeling deeply insecure inside.

He was extremely ashamed.

He thought that the lofty man, the world's number one, would look down on, scold, and humiliate him.

Who knew the other didn't even bother to give him a glance.

Only a true king isn't afraid of having anything taken away.

Qin Zi Mo stared at Song Huan Yan for a while; in the night, his ex‑girlfriend was stunningly beautiful.

She wore that man's coat as if it were a layer of armor, enveloping her and making her appear especially powerful.

She stood there, quiet and cold, making one inexplicably want… want to hold her.

She was the woman he had always kept close to his heart, so how… with a turn of the head… did she become someone else's wife?

Qin Zi Mo's throat churned harshly, his voice choked and trembling.

It seemed he had exhausted all his strength before asking, "Then what am I to do? Song Huan Yan, you don't want me anymore—what should I do?"

As he said it, tears rolled down his cheeks.

Anyone who saw this scene would call it deep affection, a moving moment.

Even Qin Jiao Jiao's eyes reddened, feeling that her brother was truly pitiful, truly wretched.

So inexplicably… abandoned, then constantly humbly pleading, yet always being rejected.

Song Huan Yan sneered, looking at the man who had left her youth barren, her career stalled, and turned her sincere heart into powder.

In a cold, resolute tone she said, "What's my business with your problems? We broke up long ago; we go our separate ways. Apart from some work overlap, there's nothing else!"

Song Huan Yan finished speaking, lifted her foot and was about to leave.

Qin Zi Mo, however, lost control and roared, "I don't believe it!"

After saying that, he struggled, stumbling forward in a frantic rush.

Song Huan Yan stepped back two paces, steadied herself, and stared at him coldly in the night.

Seeing that, a chill rose from his heart—fear and panic.

Has he truly… completely lost her?

"I don't believe you don't have me in your heart!" Qin Zi Mo, though not stepping forward, was still quite agitated, staring at Song Huan Yan. "How could you not have me? We dated for four or five years. It was a soul‑deep first love! How could you stop loving me? Just because I didn't say Happy Birthday on your birthday, you say you don't love me? Then you turn around and marry someone else? Song Huan Yan, are you playing me? Have you been playing me from the start? When it's over, you turn to a Marriage Alliance, a High Marriage, and leave me alone! You've never… never even thought of marrying me, have you?!"

Qin Zi Mo roared, as if only this way his heart wouldn't hurt so much.

It seemed only Song Huan Yan's admission that she had indeed been playing him.

He wasn't that sad.

He wouldn't feel… as if a piece of his heart had been dug out.

Facing his agitation, Song Huan Yan remained very composed, simply watching him quietly.

She also… recalled the many sweet, happy moments they once shared.

But more than that, it was disgusting!

Qiao An now carries his seed in her womb; how dare he say those words to her?

Song Huan Yan's complexion and gaze were as cold as frost as she said, "I've already made it perfectly clear to you; you just wouldn't believe. I'm going home; my husband is waiting for me."

Having said that, she turned and left.

Her aura flared fully, untouchable like a noble goddess.

Qin Zi Mo was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward excitedly, looking at her. "No, that can't be—it's not like that. You must have me in your heart! You must love me! Are you sulking at me? Fine, fine, I concede, I surrender, you win. Whatever you want, I'll agree."

Song Huan Yan frowned, "You're insane."

What a huge lunatic.

Still playing some dramatic love game with her?

Song Huan Yan finished speaking, lifted her foot and stepped around him to leave.

But she didn't expect that after a few steps, Qin Zi Mo suddenly grabbed her.

Song Huan Yan instantly felt hair rise all over her body, disgusted to the point of almost vomiting.

Angrily shaking off his hand, Song Huan Yan, for the first time, slapped him hard across the face.

"Snap"—just hearing it, you could tell how much force she used.

Almost her whole body's strength.

The slap made Qin Zi Mo's ears ring.

But more than that, he was completely stunned.

This was… her first time slapping him.

And it was so vicious, as if she hated him to the core.

Why?

Qin Zi Mo didn't know.

Song Huan Yan's hand also throbbed numb with pain, she stared at him, her usually cold, steady gaze now full of ferocity, saying, "Mr. Qin, have some self‑respect! I have a husband, my husband is in the car! In the future, if you dare touch me again, see if you can even survive in Kyoto!"

It's come to this.

Qin Zi Mo, on the contrary, became even more unwilling to believe.

Ignoring the numb pain on his face and the ringing in his ears, he said, "No, no, no, that's not it, you can't do this! Song Huan Yan, Yan Yan, how can you not want me? We occupied each other's entire youthful time. Are you really that ruthless, saying no just because?"

Song Huan Yan completely ignored him, lifted her foot and left.

Qin Zi Mo chased after her, "Yan Yan, I only want you to come back; I want nothing else. I don't want money, fame, or to be a movie star; I just want to be your man! Will you get a divorce? I don't mind, I really don't mind, I don't mind anything!"

He cried, his voice choked with pain, and only then realized.

He realized he could never truly leave Song Huan Yan.

Even if he cheated, even if he schemed, it was because he loved Song Huan Yan too much!

But Song Huan Yan… she was so… so lofty.

She had never… bowed her head.

That's why he wanted to completely conquer her, simply because he truly loved her.

Even though he cheated, even though he plotted, he never thought of parting from her in his heart!

He only… hoped to fully conquer her, to have her be obedient and gentle, her whole heart and eyes filled with him, obeying his every command.

But hearing this, Song Huan Yan felt like she could vomit the leftover rice.

Song Huan Yan halted, looked at him, very calmly, "Do you know what a broken mirror can't be made whole again? Once we break up, we become strangers, with no chance of reconciliation, no forgiveness. Be sensible and keep working well, otherwise… I'll make it so you never see tomorrow's sun."

Her final words really made Qin Zi Mo's hair stand on end, and his fear instantly reached its peak.

She… really has the ability to do that.

Moreover, she is now married to a man like that!

Qiao An said that man is even more lofty, possessing one‑third of the world's wealth.

What kind of existence is that?

That is an existence he couldn't even dream of!

Qin Zi Mo dared not speak, as if a pair of huge hands were clutching his throat, waves of suffocation crashing over him, making even breathing feel difficult.

He was stunned, daring not to move or speak.

At that moment, the car door suddenly opened.

Nan Gong Yu got off the car and walked toward Song Huan Yan.

Song Huan Yan was just about to step forward when Nan Gong Yu said, "Don't move."

Song Huan Yan halted, stunned for a moment.

"Don't move… what does that mean?"